Zeuhl Wortz (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} magma_) wrote,@ 2003-10-23 11:17:00 |
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shopping
hi. I'm Christian. The guy at the front. How are you?
Yesterday Stella and I went shopping. Stella fancied a new handbag, so we went to Selfridges where they have concessions on the big names. Stella likes the finer things in life. When we signed to A&M in 1974 for the album "Mekanik Destruktiw Kommandoh" she made me buy her a castle. She already had two. A very demanding woman.
Anyway, while Stella browsed the Louis Vuitton stuff, I popped down to the electronics department. I love gadgets, me. Anyway, as I was walking past the washing machines, an ancient Egyptian tomb opened up next to a Bosch Classixx 1000, and immediately the dust of thousands of years seeped into my skin, giving me magical immortality. A shop assistant asked me if I was OK, but all I could hear was the songs of 10,000 angels. Weird, I thought. Then I realised, it was only another bloody vision of the life of Emehnteht-Re. Meanwhile, the God of Creation - Ptah - was floating in space, asleep in the universe, so I had to wait for him to reawaken before I could emerge from my magical state and successfully meet up with Stella in habadashery, as we had arranged.
This kind of thing keeps happening to me.
When we got home we watched a video of us in 1977. Christ we were scary.
hi. I'm Christian. The guy at the front. How are you?
Yesterday Stella and I went shopping. Stella fancied a new handbag, so we went to Selfridges where they have concessions on the big names. Stella likes the finer things in life. When we signed to A&M in 1974 for the album "Mekanik Destruktiw Kommandoh" she made me buy her a castle. She already had two. A very demanding woman.
Anyway, while Stella browsed the Louis Vuitton stuff, I popped down to the electronics department. I love gadgets, me. Anyway, as I was walking past the washing machines, an ancient Egyptian tomb opened up next to a Bosch Classixx 1000, and immediately the dust of thousands of years seeped into my skin, giving me magical immortality. A shop assistant asked me if I was OK, but all I could hear was the songs of 10,000 angels. Weird, I thought. Then I realised, it was only another bloody vision of the life of Emehnteht-Re. Meanwhile, the God of Creation - Ptah - was floating in space, asleep in the universe, so I had to wait for him to reawaken before I could emerge from my magical state and successfully meet up with Stella in habadashery, as we had arranged.
This kind of thing keeps happening to me.
When we got home we watched a video of us in 1977. Christ we were scary.
